Helloooo, New Year. Helloooo

Ex 398:  Perfection

Perfection.  That was the only way Leona could describe Ewan.  He moved like a cool lake and spoke like a sonnet.  And every morning when she woke up and looked into her husband Owen’s sleeping face, she hated herself for even daring to think about another man.  So what if Ewan was king of the land she was born from?  Owen was her king now.  He was good to her, kind.  He deserved more than half of her heart, more than she could ever give him, or anyone else.


**Exercise from 500 5-Minute Writing Exercises. Get the whole book here.**


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